caine’s suggestion box lightning round has just begun. the group is gathered together, tense and unsure.

caine (gleefully rubbing his hands together as a floating box hovers beside him): “and our first suggestion of the day is… jax as a poacher, hunting all of you like animals! ohhh, this one’s going to be entertaining! ready, everyone?”

(he throws his arms into the air, his eyes twinkling with mischief.)

jax (grinning ear to ear as he leans casually on an imaginary rifle): “oh, i’m so ready.” (he takes aim playfully at pomni, one eye closed as if looking through a scope.) “better run fast, pomni. wouldn’t want me to catch ya too quick!”

pomni (staggering back, hands up in front of her as if to ward him off): “w-wait—are we seriously doing this?! caine, this is messed up!”

(her gaze darts to caine, then to ragatha, hoping someone will step in.)

ragatha (planting herself firmly between pomni and jax, hands on her hips): “jax, knock it off. that’s not funny. you can’t seriously want to hunt us!”

jax (shrugging): “hey, don’t look at me—it’s what the suggestion box picked.” (he tilts his head with a smirk, clearly enjoying the tension.) “relax, ragatha. maybe you’ll last five minutes!”

gangle (twisting her ribbon hands anxiously as she shuffles closer to the others): “u-um, caine, do we have to do this? it’s kinda…scary…”

(her mask shifts between comedy and tragedy, hands trembling.)

zooble (crossing their arms with an unimpressed glare): “yeah, count me out of this one. i’m nobody’s prey.”

caine (throwing his hands up with a huge grin as the world around them begins to glitch and shift): “oh, come on, where’s your sense of adventure? let the chase begin!”

(and with a burst of digital light, the hunt is about to start…)